Listen with your heart. That sentence is written on a post-it note on my desk. As hard as I try, sometimes, that advice doesn’t work. My ears hear what my mind wants to hear. I have come to the conclusion, though, that this isn’t a one-sided responsibility. When I am doing the speaking, I must or should assume responsibility in making sure the people I am speaking to, hear what I truly mean. Sometimes, that includes watching my body language and checking my “good intentions” at the door. Good listening and good speaking are both art forms that need practice.
This weekend is the Walk to End Alzheimer’s here in Colorado Springs and other cities across the country. Thanks to everyone who has supported our team this year with wonderful donations that took us over our $500 goal. Right now we’re at $640 so I have to say, awesome job everyone!
My novel is in the hands of several readers. Handing it out is all kinds of scary. The feedback has been positive and instructive, so far, and next week, I will start revisions again with fresh eyes. It is such a process. I truly understand what Virginia Woolf felt like each time she finished a book.
Autumn is coming. I can feel it in the air and I can hear the Aspen leaves beginning to rattle in the breeze. When I walked this morning, there was a dusting of snow atop Pike’s Peak. That’s a sure sign. I’m not ready; I never am. I love fall. It’s my favorite time of year and you can’t beat the spectacular colors and the crisp air, however, it’s what comes next that gives me the bejeebees. You’d think a person would get used to it, wouldn’t you?